“That’s not the point.” Jono gripped Patrick’s cock at the base with one hand, making it easier to lick at the tip and tongue the slit there. “Lie back and let me take care of you.”
Jono sucked Patrick’s cock back into his mouth, intent on making him feel good. Which was easy for him, because giving Patrick pleasure was something Jono enjoyed. He liked the sounds Patrick made, the way he shivered at Jono’s touch. Even better was the way his scent changed into that heady thickness that came with sex and arousal andwant.
The anger bled away beneath Jono’s mouth as Patrick’s cock hardened against his tongue. Patrick’s scent lost the sharpness of hurt he’d carried with him out of Tír na nÓg, and Jono hummed in satisfaction. The vibration had Patrick trying to buck beneath his mouth, but Jono kept him still.
Jono lavished attention on Patrick as if they had all the time in the world to stay like this when he knew that wasn’t true. That didn’t stop him from getting Patrick fully hard before finally taking his mouth away. Jono used his hands to spread Patrick’s legs wider, tilting his hips up higher.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Patrick muttered, voice hitching in his throat.
“Don’t see how that’s a bad thing,” Jono replied right before dragging his tongue from the sensitive skin behind Patrick’s balls down to his furled hole.
Patrick swore at the first lick over his entrance, legs going tense against Jono’s body. Jono did it again before gently sucking at his taint, teeth catching on the rim of his hole. The full-body shiver that racked Patrick made Jono smirk before he pressed the tip of his tongue against Patrick’s hole and worked it inside. He opened Patrick up with his mouth, then his fingers, gently forcing Patrick’s body to make room.
Jono only stopped when he felt fingers in his hair, Patrick’s breathing loud in his ears. Jono lifted his head, catching Patrick’s hand in his as he did so.
“Thought I told you to be still?” Jono said.
“You make that impossible.”
Jono sat up and leaned over to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer. He slicked up his fingers and pushed two into Patrick without waiting, listening to the choked-off sound Patrick let out.
“You were saying?”
“I was saying you should fuck me.”
The words came out on a gasp, and Jono smiled lazily down at Patrick, teasing him with quick strokes against his prostate. Patrick pushed back against the touch, head tipped back as he moaned.
“Not what it sounded like,” Jono said, pulling his fingers free.
Before Patrick could protest, Jono guided his cock to Patrick’s hole, pushing through the lingering tightness to sink inside him without stopping. Jono leaned over Patrick, pressing both of Patrick’s hands against the mattress as he slid into that tight heat. Patrick arched against him, moaning as Jono filled him up, entire body shuddering. Jono dug his knees into the bed and pushed in as deep as he could, Patrick’s body opening up to make room for his thick cock.
Jono let his mouth hover over Patrick’s, breathing him in. “I won’t let the fae keep you, because you belong to me. That bitch can’t have you, Pat.”
Patrick’s mouth parted, but whatever he was going to say got replaced by a wordless cry as Jono pulled out and thrust back in with enough strength to push Patrick up the bed. Jono held Patrick down by his hands, keeping him there as he stole a kiss. The next thrust was just as hard, giving Patrick a bit of the roughness he’d wanted at the beginning, but without the anger and searing betrayal.
“Don’t stop,” Patrick said against his mouth, breath coming quick.
Jono didn’t; he kept fucking him with quick, hard thrusts that shook the bed and had Patrick searching out his mouth with a desperation Jono wanted to smooth away.
Sweat slid down Jono’s back, the warm air in the room nothing close to the clenching heat of Patrick’s body. Patrick writhed beneath him, working to meet every thrust, his skin flushed red, a thin circle of green around black in his eyes. He smelled like sex and need andwant, a heady mix that Jono couldn’t get enough of.
“Jono—”
His name on Patrick’s lips was like a prayer almost. Jono let go of one of Patrick’s hands to reach between them and stroke his cock. Patrick came on the second stroke, back arching as Jono pounded into him, trying to breathe through it. Jono kissed him, mouth catching on the corner of his lips first before slotting properly together. Jono swallowed Patrick’s cry and the gasp that followed it, fucking him through his orgasm.
Jono came with a shout moments later, burrowing his face against Patrick’s throat as his hips stuttered through his own release. He ground deep into Patrick, chasing the last shreds of that white-lightning feeling pricking through his nerves.
He lay on top of Patrick, both of them breathing heavily as they came down from a sex high Jono didn’t want to give up. Pulling out, Jono rolled onto his back, letting Patrick sprawl on his chest. Jono stroked his hand down Patrick’s sweaty back a few times before moving lower so he could slip a finger back inside Patrick’s loose, wet hole.
Patrick shivered against him but didn’t protest, merely settled into the cradle of Jono’s hips. Their cum was drying between them, sticky on their skin, but Jono wasn’t in any hurry to move and clean them up.
“You’re allowed to be angry and hurt,” Jono said quietly, holding Patrick close. “Just don’t push me away.”
Patrick pressed his fingers against the skin over Jono’s heart before flattening out his hand. “I won’t.”
And that—that was progress. It was growth, because Jono knew even two months ago Patrick would’ve hesitated before agreeing to something like this, and it would’ve been a lie. But his heartbeat was steady in Jono’s ears, truth seeping through the scent of sex hanging heavy in the bedroom.
This was trust, and Jono would do his damnedest to be worthy of it.
